A random haiku.

I call this little gem “Chicken Noodle Soup”.

Chicken soup for lunch.
Seasoning makes it taste good.
Oops- too much lemon.

That was beautiful, wasn’t it? Haiku’s are so interesting to read and write. Three lines, first line five syllables, second seven, and then third back to five. I recently read a book, Sorta Like a Rockstar, and the main character (Amber Appleton) has a friend who is really into the zen lifestyle and frequently writes haiku’s. Now, I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, and probably never will be. I can’t even think of anything remotely poetic or even philosophical. And when I think I do, as soon as I say it or whatever, my friends all twist it. So I think I will give up on the world of poetry and philosophy. Not for me, I’m not smart enough. But the nice thing about haiku’s is that there is no pressure, shall we say. You don’t have to rhyme it or anything silly like that. And the best part? You can write about anything, and everyone can do it! Even, miracle of miracles, me. I’ve tried and tried to write them, and never had any success. Until about midnight on Wednesday, when suddenly three of them popped into my head! So I wrote them down and went on with my life.
Just thought I’d add that tidbit in there.
If you were wondering where the heck I got this weird inspiration from, it was none other than the fantabulous Plinky. I didn’t write a haiku about my lunch for fun or anything, because honestly, who writes haiku’s about their last meal? Wait- me. Nevermind. But I didn’t come up with this ridiculous idea, Plinky did. Blame it on them.
I’m curious, what was your last meal? You should haiku about it!

-DQ#1
p.s. if you couldn’t understand any of this post, I understand. I wasn’t trying to make an understandable post anyway, I was just bored.

A random haiku.

I call this little gem “Chicken Noodle Soup”.

Chicken soup for lunch.
Seasoning makes it taste good.
Oops- too much lemon.

That was beautiful, wasn’t it? Haiku’s are so interesting to read and write. Three lines, first line five syllables, second seven, and then third back to five. I recently read a book, Sorta Like a Rockstar, and the main character (Amber Appleton) has a friend who is really into the zen lifestyle and frequently writes haiku’s. Now, I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, and probably never will be. I can’t even think of anything remotely poetic or even philosophical. And when I think I do, as soon as I say it or whatever, my friends all twist it. So I think I will give up on the world of poetry and philosophy. Not for me, I’m not smart enough. But the nice thing about haiku’s is that there is no pressure, shall we say. You don’t have to rhyme it or anything silly like that. And the best part? You can write about anything, and everyone can do it! Even, miracle of miracles, me. I’ve tried and tried to write them, and never had any success. Until about midnight on Wednesday, when suddenly three of them popped into my head! So I wrote them down and went on with my life.
Just thought I’d add that tidbit in there.
If you were wondering where the heck I got this weird inspiration from, it was none other than the fantabulous Plinky. I didn’t write a haiku about my lunch for fun or anything, because honestly, who writes haiku’s about their last meal? Wait- me. Nevermind. But I didn’t come up with this ridiculous idea, Plinky did. Blame it on them.
I’m curious, what was your last meal? You should haiku about it!

-DQ#1
p.s. if you couldn’t understand any of this post, I understand. I wasn’t trying to make an understandable post anyway, I was just bored.

A random haiku.

I call this little gem “Chicken Noodle Soup”.

Chicken soup for lunch.
Seasoning makes it taste good.
Oops- too much lemon.

That was beautiful, wasn’t it? Haiku’s are so interesting to read and write. Three lines, first line five syllables, second seven, and then third back to five. I recently read a book, Sorta Like a Rockstar, and the main character (Amber Appleton) has a friend who is really into the zen lifestyle and frequently writes haiku’s. Now, I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, and probably never will be. I can’t even think of anything remotely poetic or even philosophical. And when I think I do, as soon as I say it or whatever, my friends all twist it. So I think I will give up on the world of poetry and philosophy. Not for me, I’m not smart enough. But the nice thing about haiku’s is that there is no pressure, shall we say. You don’t have to rhyme it or anything silly like that. And the best part? You can write about anything, and everyone can do it! Even, miracle of miracles, me. I’ve tried and tried to write them, and never had any success. Until about midnight on Wednesday, when suddenly three of them popped into my head! So I wrote them down and went on with my life.
Just thought I’d add that tidbit in there.
If you were wondering where the heck I got this weird inspiration from, it was none other than the fantabulous Plinky. I didn’t write a haiku about my lunch for fun or anything, because honestly, who writes haiku’s about their last meal? Wait- me. Nevermind. But I didn’t come up with this ridiculous idea, Plinky did. Blame it on them.
I’m curious, what was your last meal? You should haiku about it!

-DQ#1
p.s. if you couldn’t understand any of this post, I understand. I wasn’t trying to make an understandable post anyway, I was just bored.

Sit back, relax, and step on the gas.

Well, here I am in lovely Colonia Juarez, Mexico typing just for you. Okay, I’m doing it as much for myself as for you, but still, bear with me okay?
Random tidbit: I’M A FREAKING HIGHSCHOOLER, BABY!!! YEAH!
Sorry, had to get that out. Moving swiftly on: I just drove around in the good ol’ family suburban and I took some hills, did some swerves, and made a u-turn or two. Bahaha. And the bestest part? It wasn’t just me! Geneal did some driving too, across a river and a bridge. It was kinda funny being behind her and watching her stumble over the shoulders in the road, turning around, and especially passing some four-wheelers. That was quite laughable, to put it mildly. She totally flipped out and didn’t know what to do. HA! Not like I would have been much better, and truth be told, I gripped my seat tightly as she backed up, but we survived. I am typing this, aren’t I?
This wasn’t my first driving experience, either. It gets easier and easier as I practice, and this time, I was pretty much fearless -which can be a very bad thing with me- and went past 40 mph at one point. And then I realized I was over the speed limit. *cough cough* Oops. But I only went over because I felt like I was going slow, I guess driving for a while made me less sensitive to speed. Is that normal? Gosh, it was fun. I luv driving!!
-DQ#1
p.s, just so you don’t pee your pants, my dad WAS right next to us the whole time. Pinky-swear.